Default

I take my time on thingsmuch like a default.The dogs behind mebite my heels and bleed themlike I’ve never seen them go.The working men and womenlive in flashbacks that appearwhile they do almost anythingto move time along,so they can have an eveningfor themselves.I see them heat their soup canson tinfoil stretched overa flame they built […]

Misconception

She liked to outlineall the tattoos she couldn’t affordwith just a marker and some extra timeshe carried in the evenings on her own.All the rooms were stonewalledand echoed like you’d think,and she would drink her teaand scream when it got boring. Things worth ignoring are like shadowsin the shape of spinning windmillsalways separating quadrants of […]

Shine

It’s easy to make fun of,in the same way, it was easyto tell this nationit would never drink again.Though, there was always someonebrewing in the darkaway from everything,so no one sang the name.Hidden in the garden of the worldthe tree leaves held the smokeagainst the humid earthand there was birth behindthe metal of the still.They […]

Outsiders

A man with a wool hat pulled over one earand a plastic bag loaded with potato chipsstands in the turn lane while trafficsurrounds him with no gapsbetween the oncoming cars.They all filter through flickeringguide lights that leavepools where the roadmeets the photonsthat rain down from the power line.Time will keep moving pastwhat’s in front of […]

Rabbit Out Of A Hat

A hundred years ago it hauntedhim like any image of a maniacwas likely too. Squirming on the floorwrapped so both his arms were in a crossacross his body.Handcuffs were nothing nowthey fell off his wrists like an envelopetorn from a letter not meant to be seen.The water in the tank for himwas always clean as […]

Plea To The Control Room

Early dissonant noise made bysome over done machinethat’s meant to take the message downbut not remember anythingyou’ve ever said.I thought that you were dead.While taking stock of all your stuff,I locked away inside the backseatof my car that I left parkedfor seven years.I thought that Christmas ended earlybut by the strips of lights it looks […]

Success Story

It was an old brick buildingthe same color as the rockyou see in hills that we’ve split openwith the highway.It had a crooked roofand floor made of poisonous tileand was in a stretch of milesno one cared about enoughto ever take. It was a branch of a larger bankyou see on towers in the downtowncity […]